Monday, December 3, 2018

There is no rule on how to write. Sometimes it comes easily and perfectly; sometimes it’s like drilling rock and then blasting it out with charges.

 Ernest Hemingway

Gerry and his brother head up to the ski hill, I head downstairs to the sanctuary of the woman cave to play with words and blast some rock.

Perfect, all around.

Thanks so much for stopping by. I'm here most mornings with a photo and a few words about ordinary extraordinary things and, sometimes, thin places where faith intersects.
1 comment
  1. Lucky you—to have time to yourself for wrangling words and blasting rock! I’ll try to do the same!

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